Underground Ballroom

Chasing each other after a pillow fight until her wings get tired My Peroxide blonde on her virgin blonde She is a raspberry pie. Exchanging perfumes like confessions at the mercer bar Neon gas eating at the enamel of the teeth, cheeky wedding vows written on napkins stolen From Mr Chows. In the hotel lobby waiting for the food. I see her red agent provocateur panties, I feel feral. I had blueberry pie all last week and I’m bored of her. I'm hungry to taste this one, I tell her to Get up and go to the room. She sits on the sink She braids her virgin hair, The static of the electric aquarium lamp. She's mesmerised by the fish, she forgets him here. Just cut a socket in your jugular and let me rest in there already, or let me do it. For I want to know nothing of God's green fields anymore, the plains of your carcass as my home whether you like it or not. It won’t lift until I leave. I am sorry my dear but I must leave you in this jungle hell.